The crackle & fire, to night-time desire
Wet's their appetite's & so they perspire
Yes, I know how to unknot sweetbriar
Uncurling toes by a warm chestnut fire.
Kissing earlobes like some sweet verifier
Skinny-dipping each to each cutting barbwire
I guess even a vixen can sing in this choir
Long as the sparks they've lit still transpire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter desire is wonderfully presented in this poem definitely. Very amazing poem this is.10